Submission (7)
His weight presses down on me. His warmth sinks into my skin. The heavy thud of his heartbeat. The twitch of his cock buried inside me. And the thick, warm cum that has already filled me to the brim. All of it.
“Haah… ha… ah…”
I’ve been taking the medicine properly. No matter how filthy I become. No matter what he does to me. Nothing will happen.
…Yet my womb clenches as if that very fact disappoints it. It begs for him without end, as though it desperately wants to carry his child.
“…Let’s rest. For a bit.”
“…Yeah.”
We barely change positions. I have no idea if an hour has passed or only a few minutes. In this dark room where I can’t even see a clock, I take every last drop of his cum while sweat rolls off him.
He slides out with a wet sound and lies down beside me on the same pillow. The bed, the sheets, my body, my heart—everything gets stained by him.
“Ah, this really isn’t easy…”
If he hadn’t met that other woman yesterday, would he have held me longer? He’ll probably pull me close again after we rest a little. I don’t know the real answer. Maybe rolling around with her makes him cling to me even harder. Or maybe not.
But one thing is certain.
“…Kiss me?”
“…”
Kang Juhyuk. The most worthless piece of trash in the world. The man I want to kill. The man who treats me like a stupid little girl. That same man is lying right beside me, craving me.
“Yeah… mmph…”
The man who trampled my first time, my last time, every single part of me. He still wants me.
“…Pha. …Haah.”
Even in this pitch-black bed, he stares at me with those razor-sharp eyes that make my spine tremble in fear. The eyes of a predator overflowing with the urge to devour me.
“Ha…. Haha.”
“…Why are you laughing?”
“Just. It’s funny. You.”
Without softening that fierce gaze, he opens his mouth and lets out a dry chuckle.
“…What’s so funny about me?”
“Everything. …It’s hilarious, honestly. That a guy like you—”
We lie facing each other, covered by the blanket. His hand strokes my hair.
“—is doing this with a guy like me.”
He slips his fingers deeper into my hair, brushes down my nape, and tugs on the choker.
“…Well, it can happen. Even for me, I guess…”
“If that’s what you think, I’ve got nothing else to say.”
He pulls me closer, pressing his body against mine. Everything that had churned inside me moments ago—now slightly softer—sticks tightly to my skin.
“…Want to sleep like this?”
“…”
Affectionate words that don’t suit him at all brush against my ear.
“Why? I can fuck you tomorrow. …Counting what we did outside, this already makes three times, doesn’t it?”
“…You said you did it three times with her too.”
“Well, yeah, but…”
So unlike you to suggest resting. I climb on top of him.
“After fucking a slut three times… you can’t do me four times?”
“…”
I fix my messy hair, cradle one of my swaying breasts with an arm, and rub his still grotesque, half-soft cock against my belly button.
“After doing whatever you want with a woman who spreads her legs for any man that gets her wet… I’ve only ever done it with you.”
“…Haeun.”
“Was that idol really that good? If my sister seduced you, you wouldn’t even glance at me? She’s got a better body than that bitch anyway.”
“Hey.”
Watching his face flicker with slight panic, I awkwardly grind my pussy against his swelling cock.
“I don’t care if you fuck her or not… But you’re not allowed to do more with her than with me. Ever.”
“…Why?”
“Losing to a slut would bruise my pride. So…”
The words he wants to hear so badly still refuse to leave my mouth.
“Haeun.”
“What.”
“Want to see something? It’s pretty interesting.”
“What is it…”
He suddenly smiles in a way that makes my stomach turn and shows me the screen. What appears is clearly not mine—smaller, more immature, almost no fat, smooth and hairless, pale. A young girl’s pussy. And with it, the symbol of her purity. Even in the dark room, that bright light shines clearly.
“…Who is this?”
“Who do you think?”
“…”
The paused video begins to move after a few taps of his finger. That slender, childish cunt is mercilessly pierced by a cock that feels far too familiar to me.
“…What the hell is this?”
“Just what happened yesterday.”
The camera shakes. The girl’s body impaled on that thick, rigid cock shakes with it. The frame slowly tilts upward. The white hair I’ve seen so often on TV sways wildly.
“What is this, seriously…”
“Well, you kept calling her a slut. It’s not like I came back after fucking one.”
“…”
The faint trail of broken purity leaking from her pussy. The scene that must have looked exactly like mine months ago. It twists my heart.
I… probably looked like that too.
“…But, Haeun.”
“What…”
“Want to see this one too? I took it a while ago.”
There’s no way. There can’t be. No matter how drunk I was. Even if my face was buried in a pillow. Absolutely not—
“…”
It shouldn’t exist. It can’t exist. I searched his phone before. And yet the crystal-clear photo on his screen burns itself into my retinas.
A woman with a pillow slammed over her face. Soaking wet, every piece of clothing thrown aside. The same body that had been relentlessly fucked by him moments earlier, now spreading to accept his cock.
“…Who do you think this is?”
Slightly fuller. Unlike the previous one, a few thin hairs. That neat yet unbearably lewd pussy begins to move, spread open by a thick male hand, gaping as it reveals its purity.
…Ha. Haha. This is too dangerous…
“…You fucking pervert.”
“Why?”
“This was during the rape, you bastard. You said you only recorded audio.”
That slut… that fucking bitch. The same as her. Something that can never be erased. Something I’ll remember clearly even if I try to forget. Something he can use to blackmail me whenever he wants. The video of my first time makes my heart—and his cock—throb violently.
“…So, you hate it?”
“…”
I know I shouldn’t. Yet the corners of my mouth curl upward. I actually feel relieved that he filmed it.
“Why? Did seeing that bitch get her cherry popped make you jealous?”
“…”
“Don’t get jealous over shit like this. I kept yours nicely too.”
“…You really are a perverted bastard. You seriously…”
At some point his hands have begun kneading my ass and breasts with natural familiarity. The way he looks at me—staring intently at the phone while he watches me, his eyes saying how cute I am—melts something deep in my chest again.
I keep dissolving under the feeling of being wanted.
“I don’t plan on fucking any more sluts from now on, just like you said. Why would I, when I have a girl this cute who only spreads her legs for me?”
“That just means you’re going to keep doing her since she’s not a slut…”
“That’s why I promised. To fuck you more than her.”
“…For real?”
“Of course. You still don’t believe me even after this?”
His cock has grown just as grotesque as before, twitching hungrily. The man named Kang Juhyuk is craving me again.
“…Do whatever you want. As much as you’re jealous, use me however you like.”
To the very end, my mischievous Master who wants my jealousy.
“Ha… ah……♡”
I take his cock by my own will. Straddling him. Slowly lowering myself onto it.
“…Ha, haa…. …Hey, Kang Juhyuuuk…”
“Yeah.”
“That bitch… call her to our house later. That… fucking slut…”
Squirming. Gurgling. I swallow his entire cock into my depths and push out the cum that had already filled me.
“She’s not a slut.”
“I don’t care! That bitch is an idol… She’ll have so many chances to meet men… Haa. Unlike me, stuck in a corner room only fucking you… we’re different…”
Maybe my whole life, ever since I became an adult, I’ve carried it deep inside. Toward my sister. Toward everyone who succeeds. The inferiority complex I’ve hidden in my heart.
“She’ll grow up and become a slut who says yes to anything as long as it feels good…”
Spitting out the jealousy.
“…So?”
“I only have you, Kang Juhyuk… that’s whyyy…♡”
Younger than me. Prettier. More famous. More popular. The one single thing I have that those bitches don’t.
“Is that so?”
“…Haa. Haa. Call that bitch home later… Haa… and fuck me like last time…”
“…How? Be specific.”
The one value that pathetic little body can never beat.
“While squeezing the tits you like… ugh… fill me up, creampie me please…”
“…”
“…Sit on that bitch and… kiss me please…♡”
I shake my unbalanced hips with everything I have, serving him desperately.
“Ha, ahk…. Ah. M-Master… Juhyuk…”
With trembling hands I barely manage to draw a heart over my lower belly where his cock bulges.
“Ugh, uk… hey. Ah, u… ok……♡”
My clumsy service has made my Master furious. He squeezes my breasts and ass hard. Even as he punishes my body with angry thrusts, I accept it all as affection.
“Ah, wait. Wait wait…♡ Hi, ik… ek… et, he… ek……”
I collapse under the rough punishment. He lifts me, sits me down, lets me cling to him. I hug him tighter and tighter.
“Ugh, ugh… u, ugh… ha, up… chuup……♡”
I accept the lips that catch my naughty tongue and punish it. His hips scrape out every drop of cum clinging to my inner walls in fury. Over and over. Dozens of times. Endlessly. I become nothing but his toy… and am fucked with twisted affection.
“Ha… ahk, ah, up…… u… he… ook……♡ O……♥”
Even after the kiss ends. No matter how many times I cum. He fucks me sitting up, lying down, from behind, from the side, legs lifted, on top, legs over his shoulders, pounding down with heavy thuds. Countless times. Until my consciousness, my reason, everything flies away. Until this night is over. Forever.